Saturday 22 – Sunday 23 June
Once clear of the bends of the river, as it meanders gently back to the sea, we were able to set the genoa in a light wind with the occasional more enthusiastic gust. After lunch we furled the genoa and motored the last mile into the popular anchorage just off the town. It feels very like Tobermory on Mull in the Inner Hebrides of Western Scotland.
We enjoyed a calm and comfortable night, but the following morning was very wet. Needing to take advantage of Sunday morning opening at the local supermarket, we donned full wet weather gear, climbed into the dinghy, and made our way across to the small marina of Port du Notic, only for local small boats but closest to town for visiting tenders. With l’arrêt safely tied to the end of the pontoon under the bridge, we strolled along the stalls of tempting crafts and gifts, impressed by the high quality of the items on offer, and the cheerfulness of the artisans in spite of the rain.
By the time we’d stocked up on provisions, and a couple of tasty treats from specialist food producers in the market on the way back, the weather was improving. Having stowed the shopping – thank goodness for a capacious fridge – and made lunch, we went back onshore and enjoyed a lovely walk along the coast path out towards the Pointe du Toulinguet. Much evidence of WWII fortifications remains along these cliffs, but one is pleasantly distracted by the carpets of wild flowers, including honeysuckle, and heather already in bloom. Sadly there was a little swell coming into the bay overnight, which gave us a rolly, unrestful sleep.